Rachel Hanna Sweet Tea Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It almost felt wrong to hold Akana in his arms when he couldn’t protect him from that damned Hazhidi. ***** Year 782 of Octavus, 42nd day on the sixth-month Dailainus Akana sat in front of a tall, unshaven man with an apathetic facial expression. The man had Sandy blond, shoulder-length hair, with mesmerizing blue eyes. Otherwise, he looked as if they had found him wasted on the street and just dusted him off before put on finer clothes on him. Akana found it difficult to see that this was Vis Corle. The teacher of Elementalism.

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

I said, placing the honey tea in his hands. "Did you make this?" He asked after taking two sips of it. I nodded. It was something I used to make as a child whenever I got sick. The honey tea is a sweet mild drink that includes herbs, honey, and lemons. Alexander drank the whole bottle of it, and I hoped he liked it.

She asked. “A Pina colada cocktail would do.” Shawn replied. “Okay…how about snacks. I think I can spot some chips and pretzels. Which would you like to have?” “The Pretzels would do.” Shawn replied. “Coming right up.” Rachel said and walked away. RACHEL'S POV “Hello, can I have two glasses of cocktails? Mojito and Pina colada to be precise.” Rachel said to the waitress, who had her back to her. “Noted. Your orders….” The waitress stopped as her face lit up in recognition. “Rachel?”

I sighed and dropped the 10th book they are all business and marketing books nothing interesting I sat on Leon seat and decided to play games on his computer I saw the computer was locked I tried hard to figure out what his password might be "Mtcheew" I hissed when I wasn't getting it I type in my name and it opened I was stunned I smile without realization I looked through his computer and there's no single game "I'm bored" I muttered with disappointment I decided to check his Photo folder I click on it and saw a cute little girl about 6 years pictures was in his first collection The collection had about a thousand pictures of her The lil girl felt familiar but I can't remember where I knew

In the ache of loneliness I carried everywhere. One evening, I was sitting alone in my study, a glass of scotch untouched in my hand, flipping through television channels without really watching, when something made me stop mid-scroll. Her. Vanessa. There she was, standing tall, dressed in chef whites that somehow made her look even more radiant than I remembered. Her hair was pulled back, her face glowing with determination, her hands moving with the precision of someone who had mastered her craft—and her life. The headline stole my breath:

“I like saving the best for last. They say if you end on something sweet, your life will be sweeter too.” Then she picked up the egg. Aron’s mood lifted. “You sure know a lot of sayings for someone so young.” “My elders always said that,” Rachel replied. “Over time, it just stuck. But I think they were right—I mean, look at me now. Isn’t this ‘sweet after the bitter’?” Aron raised an eyebrow and caught the key point. “So being with me… is sweet?” Rachel nodded seriously. “Like night and day.” Aron laughed. Who would’ve thought—what he considered a prison, she saw as paradise.

There would be blood. And at the long run, there would be a price. He just hadn’t figured out who would pay it yet. .......... The smell of fresh bread and something sweet saturated the kitchen as light streamed in through the windows in Gabriella's apartment. Gabriella sat at the small dining table, with her laptop open but not in use. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard, but her mind was elsewhere. Rachel moved around the kitchen barefooted while wearing one of Gabriella’s oversized sweatshirts. She set two mugs of tea on the table before flopping into the seat across from her.

Bennet could not get to them. Regina suspected somebody was sneaking treats into Mrs. Bennet’s bedroom as the caregiver watched her closely and made he was there whenever she left her room at night, so he wouldn’t hurt herself from the dark corridors or the dissociation from her surroundings. “Mandy, why can’t I have tea?” Hailey had taken over and was now demanding sweets. “I ordered green tea. You can have that.” “But I don’t like it. Where are the sweet teas?” “You can only have those once a month.”

When I felt Trevor tightened his hand on my arm, I glared at him with narrowed eyes. "You can't be beating or scaring every man who looks at me! Stop being childish!" I hissed and freed my arm. (Trevor) Christina told me that she preferred to sit outside of the convenience store since the temperature was cool. I made sure that we were alone before I agreed. I bought coffee for myself which was just on the table. I have no plan of drinking it. I was busy looking at Christina who was eating a hot dog sandwich and was having smoothie.